Category: Work Ones

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The wiki is real lift- off in the prawnish gloaming officecarpet, mind you I want no part in it/its moves Freebase to freebase, in draperies, lapis, noses, oh no Along the sidewalk squat men in dirty wikis, women by the name of Rosemarie saying so in the audible glaze of wiki, putting it down and …

I was born little and alike and looking I was born lightly beneath a table- skirt. booked a little query I was pulled from a table and inserted into a table. – born outright beneathwhich wherefore – a lot is in the dark. – Mistaken. Shirked. – A dark lot projects me midst birds specifically Wood peckers. – …

That the body of work is eating shitting etc, is auto-something. That is made in the image. That is, understood like a raincoat on on on. I work on my body of work between these times. It is a match. The mountain is a house with errands inside it. I work not hard but in …

Today I pulled up to work thinking about what it felt like to work. I am a project manager. A very harmonious thing happened. My understanding of the ocean replayed itself in little moments of me working. The people I worked with and the things I asked of them floated by. All was radio. All …

This way of the pin, twice the way– little pinetops and stone walks we take to the grassy mall hydraulic sky. “I negotiated a raise today” oh brother. Out of pudding. & the people eat & sleep & their very, very bodies gerrymander obsequiously I count up, up the smooth-faced mountain mouth, its hairless face, …

I am tired of your light upon the garagey floor. Bits and bits of hay and dust, this dreamy thing in sideways. I want your bike to ride out with, some kind of anniversary, a buffet. Dearest it is the first day of the year and we can not speak anymore. We’re like Dolittle and …

Your heart is so very dark, you see as you talk to the postal service representative, dark and broken, and breaking open the soft- ware. There is no degree of darting your eyes around to see the darkness, how you bend yourself to touch it, and turn it over. Oh Elizabeth, sad as smoke, screwing …

Why do you have to be so indignant, little Stu? Your room is made for you. The walkers round the building read your abstracts and, digging it, reach around you for support. Say “aghast” things, my Stu, a la these principles. Who are your sentences, Stu, but trolls on the drawbridge. That is a wire.

this grid is bearded and knitted, altogether grand- parently, it turns on and off the lights, lights the offices of the banks and open-late lenders, lights the lines of a spreadsheet — do go on. You will never reach the end, said the spreadsheet. The figures are flat, your name and salutation, address, PS. there …

during work I am stirring and something moves around that I am moving, and some things are not. This is the key to analysis, and is also the key to journalism which is the grand-father of all public policies including but not limited to FDA regulations, EPA regulations, and other instruction manuals issued en masse. …

My boss luvs A. merica. He jist wans us to be really real A. mericans. I luv my bossie- bear He biz- nusses me and pays me to rite and he patron- eyes me bout eatin an all of my Diet Coke. We flip and we flop a round. I slap at the in-nerds of …

I have met my replacement. She is very thin, and nerves show around her neck. Now you are falling into form, poor lady. This palace of employment awaits, is upon you, takes you something into sure wood forests. Mama says you & Robin Hood ah sweet tarts.

The big B is Bisbee and he’s here, the, the man without sleeves. He’s a community perhaps, leaning as if he were leaning in. My desk is like a pigeon skiffing the fallout underneath the white skys of Bisbee. Bisbee, lo. Tuned to our sufferers. One-one thousand, two-one thousand little pigeons with sore throats, sneezing, …